Disclosed (Mafia series #2)

3. Feeling Hurt Over His Denial

Zoe

In the morning, I wake up after an hour of sleep, thinking about the night before. I really can’t believe how wild and luxurious the club was and I’m obviously one of the few who wasn’t completely wasted by the time I got home. I think about the drunk guy sleeping in my bed, and how, if I’d have gone through with it, the last man I’d slept with would no longer be Paul.

And then I think of Zayn. God. Sexy, beastly Zayn.

I climb off the sofa and make my way to the kitchen, turning on my cell phone. I see I have a message from Claire and I click Play.

“So, the guy you brought home? Mack knows him. How did that go? Tell me! Also, I have to talk to you. Call me, okay?”

I hear the sound of a door cracking open, and I turn to see the guy I brought home, Trent, standing fully dressed and ready to go. I smile at him, one of my regretful smiles, then pull out another coffee cup and a bottle of Advil. I bring it all to the table and push the Advil and the extra cup of coffee to the empty seat across from mine.

“God, thanks,” he says, relieved. He pops open the Advil. “How bad was I?”

“You were that drunk?” I laugh. “Don’t worry. Nothing happened.”

“Well f**k, that bad, huh?”

“It was completely my fault. Cold feet after a long bout of…abstinence.”

“Ahh.” He sips his coffee. “I stole the invite to last night’s party. I’d never be invited to those places.”

“You did?” I laugh.

“How were you invited? Wait, I know. You’re incredibly hot.”

“Hahaha. Um, nope. Not half as hot as the other girls there. I just know the guy. Our best friends just married, so…”

“Wow, you’ve got friends in high places.”

I end up chatting amicably with Trent. I find out that he does business and I decide with a bit of regret that he’s sweet and honest, and it’s a shame that last night hadn’t gone very far. Why can’t you get your feelings where you want them? Why do I sit here and talk to Trent, all the while feeling the ache in my chest after Zayn denied me?